Dragon Seeker

"This is corpse poison!"

Brother Yaozi quickly noticed my situation, came up and held me down, and told me to sit down, not to move for the time being, adjust my breathing, and try to reduce emotional fluctuations.

I was also scared. What is corpse poison? Needless to say, it is common in zombies. After all, humans are omnivores. They dare not eat anything, including grains, flying in the sky and running on the ground. They will ingest countless toxins from nature in their lifetime. These toxins accumulate in the body. If the body does not decay after death, they will ferment into highly toxic substances over time, which is deadly.

Of course, it is not like what is said in many film and television works, that if you are scratched by a zombie, you will immediately become a zombie.

But this statement is not made up, it is all based on imagination, and there is a certain basis. If you die from corpse poison, the probability of resurrecting after death is indeed higher, which may have something to do with the characteristics of corpse poison.

It is said that this thing spreads with the blood. Once you are infected, your emotions fluctuate too much, your heart rate is high, and your blood flows faster, so the corpse poison spreads quickly. When it attacks the heart, the toxicity will explode. At that time, it will be like having malaria, with alternating hot and cold on the body, and sweating continuously. When a large amount of water is lost, people will have all kinds of hallucinations. Although the body is not dead yet, the subconscious mind has already determined that it is dead. The state is very strange, and it is easy to die but retain the breath.

As the saying goes, people live for a breath, and people die to stop breathing. If the breath is not continuous, it is easy to resurrect.

Therefore, nine out of ten people who die from corpse poison will resurrect.

However, the situation like mine is rare. The green air in the chest can be seen with the naked eye, as if there are small insects crawling under the skin, especially in the place where the opening is scratched, the rolled skin and flesh are all light green, and a faint odor can be faintly smelled. The toxicity is scary. It can only be said that the corpse poison of the flying corpse is too strong.

I poked the wound with my finger, and it was a little hard. After the initial burning pain, it was now completely numb and I had no feeling.

Brother Yaozi's movements were neat and tidy. It was obviously not the first time he had encountered such a thing. He grabbed a handful of snow-white glutinous rice from his backpack and rubbed it on the wounds on my chest and neck. Some rice grains were even embedded in the flesh and blood, and immediately made a "sizzling" sound similar to frying steak, white smoke came out, accompanied by a foul smell...

Gradually, I finally felt the pain. At first, I could bear it by gritting my teeth, but the pain became more and more severe. In the end, I trembled all over and broke out in cold sweat. I screamed "Ah", and Lao Diaoye and Lao Bai were like two generals guarding behind me, one on each side, directly pressing my shoulders, making me unable to move.

The glutinous rice attached to my wounds was being stained black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

People often say that sticky rice can remove corpse poison and restrain corpse poison. The fact is just the opposite. It is the corpse poison that restrains sticky rice and can contaminate it. This contaminated sticky rice naturally becomes poisonous rice.

When Brother Yaozi saw that it was almost done, he drank a big mouthful of water and sprayed it on the wound with a "puff" to wash away the poisonous rice. However, some of it was still stuck in the flesh. He finally used tweezers to reach in and pick it out. Now there was no anesthesia, and the pain was indescribable.

Then, another handful of sticky rice was brought up.

This was a long process. Brother Yaozi kept repeating it. Seeing that the small bag of sticky rice had been emptied, the green air in my chest was no longer diffused, but the corpse poison gathered on the wound. The flesh there looked green, as if the corpse poison could be squeezed out with a pinch.

Lao Bai was so naughty that he really came up and pinched it. I jumped and rolled my eyes in pain, but only blood came out of the wound, no corpse poison.

"It's too poisonous. This little bit of sticky rice can't be pulled out at all. I'm afraid it will take a whole jar."

Brother Yaozi's forehead was sweating. According to him, the poison of the flying corpse has accumulated for thousands of years, which is already very poisonous. And this flying corpse was a grassland man before his death, so the poison is three times stronger.

Because nomadic people mainly eat meat, it is meat, so it is impossible to defatted.

There is a saying that among all human foods, fat is the most turbid, especially corpse oil.

Speaking of corpse oil, most people may think of human oil used in Southeast Asian evil magic at the first time. In fact, lard and sheep oil are considered corpse oil. As long as you die, the fat peeled off the body is considered corpse oil. Whether it is a human or an animal, once it dies, its fat must be turbid!

Mainly meat, consuming too much fat, the body is naturally toxic. Grassland people eat more meat all their lives than farmers. Therefore, if the zongzi zombies born under the same conditions are considered to be three times more toxic, the grassland ones are naturally three times more toxic.

It was too difficult to extract such poison. Brother Yaozi pondered for a long time and became ruthless. He went to search near the flying corpse. The other party's head was smashed to pieces and there were broken bones everywhere. He didn't mind the dirty work. After searching for a long time, he found a fang. He used a wooden stick to take out the rotten meat in the tooth, and finally rinsed the corpse tooth with Lao Diaoye's strong liquor.

It was the first time I carefully observed the teeth of the zongzi and found that the inside was empty, like a miniature funnel.

Brother Yaozi said that only the teeth of the zongzi could suck out the corpse poison.

But how dirty is this? Zongzi teeth are just a medium. After all, you still use your mouth to suck it in. It's no different from biting a rotten corpse. Not only is it disgusting, but it's also extremely dangerous.

"Forget it, I'll do it!"

I didn't expect that the first person to volunteer was Lao Bai, which moved me so much that he looked at me and then reminded me not to forget what he did for me today. If he was bitten by a poisonous creature in the future, I would have to do it at the risk of my life.

Then, he followed Brother Yaozi's instructions, inserted one end of the fang into the wound, took a sip from the other end, turned around and spit it out...

He said that it tasted a bit spicy.

I don't know if it was spicy or not, but I remembered this favor. In the end, Lao Bai's mouth was swollen and completely numb.

Brother Yaozi was worried that he would lose consciousness and swallow the corpse poison without knowing the depth, so he replaced him.

The skin and flesh on my wound finally gradually returned to normal.

In fact, these were just some superficial injuries. The most fatal thing was the corpse poison. After the poison was removed, he soon became full of energy. After bandaging the wound a little, he stood up to collect the corpse for the Seventh Master...

Although I was a ceremonial officer, this was the first time I had done such a thing. I said it clearly when I agreed to do it, but when I was bandaging the other party's head in my arms, my hands were shaking constantly.

The other party's body was completely cold, and I couldn't feel any temperature. Because he had been dead for a while, some places had corpse spots. The face was even more sallow, and the mouth was slightly open, with no color, as if he was wearing a mask.

I held the needle to suture the wound in my hand. For some reason, I always thought of the other party's red-faced and boastful look when we went to a restaurant.

I suddenly hated my job a little. It sounds good to arrange funeral affairs for people, but I can't take care of the living people. I can only bury people. Isn't this the biggest irony?

After a moment of silence, I sighed and started to work.

What the old man said was right. People pay attention to burying a complete body. If a complete body cannot be left, the best way is to use clay to repair the body.

As the old saying goes, people are made of clay, and clay repairing the body is indeed a way to keep the body intact to some extent in the eyes of the underworld. As for the body parts, it is not just a simple stitch. In short, it is to sew the flesh but not the skin.

Just hook the flesh on both sides of the wound with needle and thread, and directly pull the wound together to close it. Never leave stitches on the skin. If the stitches can be seen from the outside, it is better to use clay to repair the body, because leaving stitches means leaving clues. The ritual officer calls this kind of stitches for sewing the corpse "future troubles". Even if you are reincarnated, the place where you leave future troubles in your next life is still not reliable.

For example, if someone was beheaded in the previous life and the neck was left with stitches when the body was sewn, then he will also be beheaded in the next life, and it is very likely that the shape of the wound at the place where the head was cut off will be exactly the same as the direction of the stitches in the previous life!

This was the first time I did such a job, so I was naturally very cautious. It took a long time, and when I finally sewed the head on, my forehead was already covered with fine and dense sweat.

"You really have a talent for burying the dead in your veins!"

Lao Bai said, I have been holding a dead person for more than an hour without changing my expression. If it were someone else, I would have collapsed long ago.

I shook my head and thought that if it wasn't forced to this point, who would be willing to do such a thing, and then asked Lao Bai not to hesitate and choose a place at the entrance of the tomb to dig a pit, but this pit cannot be an ordinary rectangle, one meter square is good, and it should be dug deeper.

After all, this is not a tomb built specifically for the Seventh Master. If he enters here, it is like a cuckoo occupying the magpie's nest. If he becomes a ghost, he will be detained and used as a slave. Even his corpse will be dug out and thrown away.

In this case, there is only one way to bury him - lotus burial!

Let him sit cross-legged in the tomb, holding the lotus seal in his hand, eliminating his evil nature, just like a Buddha sitting in hell.

Legend has it that Ksitigarbha, who made a great vow not to become a Buddha until hell is empty, often meditates like this when he is suppressed in the underworld.

If he is buried like this, he can reach the point of being invulnerable to all evil, and he is not afraid of cuckoo occupying the magpie's nest. No one dares to touch him, and he can still be reborn. Even if the partial seal in his fate may be very prosperous in the next life, he will most likely have to get involved in the mysterious business, either as a monk or a Taoist priest, and he may even learn to believe in Christianity like a foreigner.

"There is nothing we can do about it. The conditions are limited. This is all I can do."

After burying the Seventh Master with a lotus burial, I bowed to the burial pit: "In fact, it is not bad to enter the Xuanmen profession. Maybe we can have a chance to meet again. I hope you can become a monk. It is more comfortable to be a monk than a Taoist priest now. I can still cut your head bald when we meet in the next life."

Regardless of whether the burial was good or not, I finally gave him an explanation. After getting up, I discussed with Lao Bai and the others, and then set off again, heading deep into the tomb.

We did not give up. This time, even Lao Bai did not say a word. Two living people were gone. We got in with the corpse of the Seventh Master lying on it. We were not afraid of the supervision of the dead. If we retreated like this, we might not be able to live with our conscience. We had to show off to that old fox.